Devil Sissy: Here, the last chapter! Yes!!!!!! I finished a story!!!!!! Wahoooo!!!!!!!! Pammon: Now how come you can rant about how you finally finished a story, and when I do it I get-*suddenly flies backwards and lands in a box, the lid of which snaps shut very tightly* Hey! Let be out! Devil Sissy: *looks at box, which is bouncing all over the place with Pammon's attempts to get out* Now, something I'm missing.Ah, got it! *pulls curtain closed around box so it cannot be seen* Pay no attention to the Daemon behind the screen!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally, dawn came and the plan was finally put into action. Just as the clock struck nine, the Sheriff and Sir Lammard of the Mark came stumbling into the jailhouse, with serious hangovers and hollering at the top of their lungs. They stopped short when they saw all of the released "criminals". At a call from Will Scarlet, the entire group roared forward and chased the two men all the way through the town, and out of the gates of Nottingham. After the chase, the citizen who had lost loved ones unjustly ran out to meet their now freed friends and family, and there was much merry making in the streets. The three outlaws, however, ventured to the gallows and stood before them, looking up at the body of their master. "He hast been properly avenged, methinks." Quoth Will Scarlet. "But it eases me not to see him still up there. Come, John Sly, help be to bring him down." The two lowered the body and laid it out on the ground, with the sack still over the head. Quietly, Little John pulled off the hood. "That is not Robin Hood!" cried Will Scarlet, after seeing the face. "Indeed not!" cried Little John. "But who is it?" John Sly wondered. "He was a good man, but he killed a friend in a drunken rage and was sentenced to starve to death in the jailhouse." Said a voice behind them. "He readily agreed to hang in my place. As a matter of fact, he begged to. And it worked, because the guards though he was I." Standing directly behind Little John was, indeed, Robin Hood. "Master!" cried Little John. "How comest ye here?" "I know of know other place a poor woodsman whom his comrades didst not recognize would go." He answered with a laugh. "You were the man in the cell!" John Sly cried. "Indeed, I was. And I am not pleased to know that my own men should not recognize me." "Master! Forgive us!" cried Little John. "We thought thee dead: how would we have guessed that you were still alive?" "Aye, Little John, I have not overlooked that. Therefore there is nothing for me to forgive thee. Come, let us return to Merry Sherwood. This will be quite a story!" The four outlaws then proceeded quite unnoticed out the gates of Nottingham and into the beloved woods of their green glen.